The door swung a foot, maybe eighteen inches,then stopped when it hit an obstruction. The smell of cordite filled the room.
I pushed hard against the door and stepped through. He was in
there alright, his head was the obstruction. It was bent sideways at an
odd angle. i shut the door, and stepped closer to him. I nudged his
temple with the toe of my shoe and his head rolled sideways like a
billiard ball in a sock. His neck was broken. I squatted beside him and
felt his hand. Ice cold, as cold as hands ever get, but not so cold as
the .38 his cold hand held.
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
Jack Brennan is hired by a group of ultra rich English aristocrats to kidnap four top IRA terrorists. The contract is time limited but do the financial rewards justify the risk?
It takes you to a dark place in the company of two of New York's finest detectives as they go the extra mile to bring a sadistic serial killer to justice.
